I have been down this path before.
The first time was because I had seen you standing on the horizon.
There was no path then, save for the unpaved wild expanse between us
Just waiting to be trampled.
I discovered afterwards that desire defies topography.
That we are rivulets of water obeying gravity’s orders, carving canyons through bedrock.
I have often wondered whether cartographers change the land that they study.
Perhaps we are cartographers who do not realise
That to search for geography is to map our own longing.